Aomine: What's not to Love?

Chapter 21

After the game she had rushed to the locker room to meet the team, dragging Akira behind her. "Slow down." He whined. He looked down to her heels wondering how she could run so fast in them. He didn't have time to voice his wonder as they made it to the locker room. She hesitated and knocked on the door. Momoi opened it and quickly ushered her inside. "Sayuri, come on in." She smiled merrily. Sayuri nodded as she entered the locker room, she dragged Akira in dragging him in front of her as if to be a barrier to protect her. She was embarrassed all the suddenly as she remembered the surprise she had given Aomine before the game. She wondered if Aomine would do anything to retaliate. Thus Akira was a protective measure. Akira seemed annoyed at how he was dragged around. But took up his role of protector rather seriously. Aomine noticed her he was standing there surrounded by the rest of the team. He had a towel thrown over his shoulders sweat falling off his toned body, giving him a masculine look as his muscles flexed and he lifted a water bottle to his mouth. She watched rather embarrassed. He really was quiet handsome and rugged. She couldn't help but admire his masculine form for a moment the same she'd been doing through the whole game. He smiled and walked to Sayuri and she timidly gripped Akira's shoulder. "Thank you for your surprise, it was very motivational." Aomine suddenly said to her leaning over Akira. Akira visible stiffed and growled. Momoi suddenly jumped forward. "Wait, that surprise thing from before, I want to know." She suddenly whined. Akira suddenly reached out to push Aomine away. He glared at him for a minute. Sayuri smiled and suddenly pinched Akira's cheek. Akira blushed and complained to Sayuri. Sayuri suddenly got an idea. She leaned forward and kissed Akira's cheek. "My sweet, brother is so cute." She said as she gave him another peck. Akira suddenly pushed her away trying to escape her grasp. Aomine looked rather annoyed by her sudden affection towards someone else. She glanced up at him trying to hide her intentions. But he'd seen through her, He glared at her with a slight blush and she knew he'd get her back for that later. She really pissed him off as she continued to do so. As much as Akira's reaction where adorable she loved seeing Aomine jealous expression as he tried not to look at the two of them. He was really annoyed.

The team prepared for their lunch. They headed to a nearby bark equipped picnic tables. The team carried the equipment to the park and Sayuri took over. She pulled her apron over her outfit and set up her families grill she had borrowed for today. The boys starred as she put on a serious expression as she cooked, they could smell the heavenly meet she cooked for them. She was a sight to behold, standing in all her beauty covered in a pink lacey apron in her heels. She certainly was an attractive deal. Any boy on the team would love to come home to that everyday. Aomine seemed to put a claim on it though as he stood up from the picnic table and walked to the grill. His first instinct was to slap her but, which he did. At the sudden unexpected contact she screeched and jumped falling over but managing to catch herself. Her expression was bright red as she yelled back to him and chased him off swinging her spatula angrily at him. She finished the rest of the meal mumbling to herself awkwardly with an embarrassed smile. She'd occasionally reach up and hold her hot cheeks and sigh trying to relieve the heat. Akira soon found out about this as well. To which he also started chasing Aomine around. It quickly turned into a game. The rest of the team, which had been resting after such a psychically taxing game, cursed Aomine and his unending stamina. Sayuri quickly forgave him as she was never a really stubborn person, being rather weak willed like her mother. Even though he never gave an apology. She was somehow angered over the fact she'd somehow gained a soft spot for the pervert. She served the burgers and everyone dug in praising heaven for edible food. Was Momoi's food really so bad as to bring everyone to tears at the sight of good food. She finally accepted how bad Momoi was a cook when she showed the food she had brought. She couldn't even figure out what she had been trying to make. She sat down next to Aomine and served him with a smile on her face. She seemed to have forgotten her embarrassment at the cheery atmosphere that was being spread throughout the entire team. She was smiling and laughing along with a merry expression. She was practically glowing in sincere happiness. She had opened up, and was making an effort to be friendly. She passed out towels and refilled beverages. The team fawned over have in such a cute and diligent girl serve them, Momoi had a more seductive, giggly feel, but Sayuri was gentle and submissive. While she was sitting finally resting to enjoy her own food, Aomine watched her with a warm smile his heart warming expression made her feel more conscious as she noticed it and scratched her cheek. She finally nudged him playfully. "What?" She questioned with a giggle. "Nothing, just admiring something beautiful."He quickly said leaning his head in the picnic table holding his head up with the palm of his head. She blushed and quickly stuffed his unfinished burger in his mouth playfully. After recovering from her embarrassment she quickly replied. "Didn't think you could be so cheesy, Dai." He glanced to her and swallowed a mouth full of his burger. His eyes watched her Lilly white neck and she drank from a water bottle. A drop of water escaping her mouth to fall down her neck. He smirked and leaned in to lick in off her neck. She froze as his mouth latched onto her neck and licked the water off. She could feel his warm breath and soft tongue as it slid across her skin making her shiver. She suddenly jumped back falling backwards onto the ground. Her head hitting the soft ground. No one seemed to notice until she screamed and feel backwards. Her legs still on the bench her skirt had been pulled up giving Aomine a nice view of her black lace panties. She quickly reached her hand up still on the ground to pull her skirt up. She covered her underwear. Aomine was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. Sayuri was so embarrassed she didn't dare stand up. She merely sat hovering behind Aomine's frame hiding from everyone else. "Sayuri, Are you all right?" Akira asked with a worried voice as he stood up from the other side of the table preparing to run to her side. Momoi immediately guessed it was Aomine's doing. "Dai, what did you do to Sayuri?" She yelled at him. Aomine was laughing too hard to reply. Sayuri finally replied to everyone who was about to check on her as it took her so long to answer. "I'm fine." She meekly replied. She sat up and crawled to Aomine. She was still on the floor and not visible to anyone else. She laid her head on the bench she felt as though her face was steaming. Aomine looked down to her still laughing. She had grass in her hair and her bun was partially pulled out. She turned her head and leaned against Aomine tugging on his shirt. She cuddled her head up to his side. He turned downward and started to pick the grass out of her hair. She suddenly looked up to him with a hesitant smile. There she goes instantly forgiving him again. She didn't hate it when he teased her. As a matter of fact she might like it somehow. She came back to him affectionately. He smiled warmly with a giggle as he brushed out her hair. She hesitantly sat back down and starting eating again. Realizing over half her hair had already been pulled out of her bun she pulled it all out and brushed her fingers through it in an attempt to style it. Aomine reached out and started to arrange her hair. Brushing his long fingers through it, she leaned closer to make it easier for him and put her arms back in her lap. After he was content with it he released her locks and finished of his food. She seemed to have a soft smile on her lips. Though she surprisingly didn't get defensive at the thought of another attack.

Akira seemed suspicious and kept a close eye on the two of them. Everyone split a watermelon and the team sat and joked and everyone had a good time. Aomine had gotten his pay back for the attention the she had smothered on Akira in front of him. She sighed and thought about it. She would do it again though. She smiled to herself as she cleaned up. The team thanked her for their meal rather passionately. "It was my pleasure, thank you for allowing me to take part in your merry gathering." She bowed to them, her figure perfectly showing off in that position and that outfit. She pulled her loose hair behind her hair as she stood back up to see all the first years she'd been talking to blushing. She suddenly felt an arm over her shoulder and Aomine was standing there leaning on her. "Isn't my girlfriend a good cook?" Aomine bragged, emphasizing the 'Girlfriend' in the sentence. She rolled her eyes as she blushed at his close proximity. He really was easily jealous. Of any boy she spoke to he was always telling them, she was his. To be honest she saw some sense in what he was doing no matter how animalistic his possessive behavior was. Maybe he was worried she'd fall for someone else. To be honest she'd been rather honest to tell him she did not return his feeling no matter what the labeled their relationship. She wondered if was worried about it, what she'd run off with someone else. If he did she felt as though she would pity him. She wanted to ask him. Now she had a list of thing she wanted to ask him.

As the first years began carrying their things from lunch back to the bus, Sayuri glanced over to Aomine. She had an idea to fix her problems. She tugged on his arm gaining his attention. She looked up to him and gave him a worried glance hoping he'd accept. "Aomine, could we arrange a date sometime soon?" She gave him another heart tugging glance. He giggled and put his hand on her head ruffling her hair. "You're too cute you know." He suddenly said. She smiled a little embarrassed at the compliment. She felt as though she needed to accept it. "Thank you." He looked down to her. "For what?" He asked her perplexed. "You complimented me of course." She raised her voice a little. "Shouldn't it be me thanking you for being so cute to only me, but whatever, you're welcome I guess." He suddenly shrugged his shoulders. She pouted and tugged on his arm again. "The Date!, What about the date?" She said to him. He smirked. "Didn't know you'd be so desperate to get your piece of my time, have I caught your heart already?" She blushed and tightened her grip on his arm rather than letting go she glanced back up with a smirk of her own. "Not nearly as much as I've caught yours." She replied. Touché. He had a little almost unnoticeable blush on his cheek as he turned away. "I'll take you out, I have practice again tomorrow, so the day after that." He finally gave in. She smiled and clung to his arm like a happy little girl at her victory. "I can't wait." She smiled brightly. There she goes again. He wanted to kiss her again. Would she slap him? With the heart melting kiss she'd given him earlier he wondered it he could get away with it. No one was looking. Almost as if sensing what he wanted she turned to her side. She suddenly lifted her hand to her cheek pointing to her cheek. "Only here, not the lips yet." She said rather embarrassed. He wondered if he could accept just a kiss on the cheek. For her sake he would wait for now. He knelt now a little and his lips pressed against her cheek. She closed her eyes. She was a little afraid he 

would go for her lips anyway and had her hand at the ready to protect her first kiss. He lifted up afterward with a smile. "Keep that first kiss ready for me." He said. She wondered if he was disappointed he didn't get her first kiss. "No one ever kissed my cheek before either." She said with a blush she was feeling rather sentimental about it all the sudden. He looked to her suddenly wanting another one. Even if the cheek was as much as he could get. He leaned in and she prepared for another. "Hey, what are doing to Sayuri!" Akira suddenly jumped forward charging at Aomine. Aomine turned to him and easily dodged his attack laughing at him as he continued his futile attempts. "Don't you touch her again!" Akira shouted.